C53 Cyan demoness

Feng Ling Jue sat in a teahouse, and the storyteller on the stage was narrating a story in a fluent manner.

The tea on the table was steaming. Glancing at the bustling scene in the mortal world, he sighed.

Honestly speaking, it was not really appropriate for a Devil Monarch with Demonic Cult to always fall and run, but this time it was for a reason